Marriage Law (Dramione) (Completed)

Three Weeks

*I'm posting this in French class so I'm not going to do a final read through so ignore typos but please don't ignore that JK Rowling is a true MVP.*

Hermione did not expect married life to be this perfect, but it was. Draco was everything she wanted in a partner and then some. He put up with her late nights at the office and early morning yoga classes. He always had dinner made when she came home late and had a piping hot breakfast along with the morning paper waiting for her when she arrived home from yoga. She acted as a person for him to confide his problems to, and they balanced eachother out.

She walked through the front door and walked into the kitchen. Draco was laying out a colorful feast but his usually laid back demeanor was more rigid and calculated, “Draco, darling is everything alright?”

Draco jumped at the sound of her voice then continued to busy himself with breakfast, “Yes-” He replied but his voice betrayed him, “Everything is perfectly perfect. Why do you ask?”

“You seem a little tense, that’s all.”

Draco wiped his hands on his apron and sat across from her at their kitchen table, “It’s nothing.”

Hermione looked at the table and noticed something missing, “Where’s the Prophet?”

“The what?”

Hermione laughed, “The newspaper? You know, the one that arrives every morning and I read it while sipping a rather strong cup of black coffee?”

Draco looked away from her gaze and pushed his food around his plate, “Oh I don’t know. Maybe your mangy cat ate it.”

Hermione could tell he was lying. Whenever he lied, his left eyebrow would ever so slightly twitch downwards. It was subtle but she learned to pick up on minute details. Hermione raised an eyebrow and stared at her husband, “Why are you lying to me?”

“Okay you caught me but I don’t think you should read the paper today,” Draco said in a serious voice. Hermione wordlessly summoned the paper and Draco snatched it from her. She reached for it again but the paper burst into flames. 

Hermione looked at the burnt remnants of the paper and narrowed her eyes, “That was extreme.”

Draco shook his head, “No it wasn’t. You should stay home from work today, nothing good was in that paper.”

Hermione summoned the charred paper and muttered the counter curse, “I can make that decision for myself.” Hermione glanced at the headline and her heart sank,

Granger Gone Wild: Hermione Granger’s Kinky Past.

“Love, I promise it’s not that bad-”

Hermione couldn’t hear whatever her husband said next. She was too focused on the vicious words printed in the paper. There was a large photo of her sensually kissing a blonde woman’s neck while wearing an extremely revealing dress.

War heroine, Hermione Granger-Malfoy, has been a busy bee since leaving Ron Weasly. Apparently, the well known bookworm swings both ways and not only that, but she has quite the track record with men and women, muggle and wizard alike. According to inside sources Granger-Malfoy has laid with people than the average person can count and left a strong impression on each and every one of her partners. “[Hermione]’s extremely passionate with everything she does- in and outside the bedroom,” one woman regarded. Another even called her a “hot piece of ass” and emphasized her skillful-

The paper disappeared from her hands before she could finish it, “Hermione, they had no business printing that. Whoever published that article is going to lose their job. It is completely inappropriate to publish anything like that without written consent from-”

Hermione ignored Draco’s words and exited the kitchen. She returned a few moments later dressed and ready for work. She placed a kiss on Draco’s cheek and headed towards their fireplace, “I’m off to work. Breakfast was delicious by the way. I’ll be back around six.”

“Hermione-” before Draco could protest she was already engulfed in a blaze of green flames.

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As soon as the brunette stepped into the ministry lobby she was bombarded by a swarm of paparazzi. She did her best to ignore the crowd of vultures and made her way to the lift. The other witches and wizards on the lift gave her a wide eyed stare but she just ignored them and waited for the lift to stop on her floor. When it did she casually strolled to her office without like nothing was wrong. She waved to Jill and locked herself in her office.

She sat at her desk and a there was a knock at her door a few moments later. She yelled a loud, “Come in,” and brought her attention back to her files. She gave her visitor a perky smile, “Kingsley, what a nice surprise. How can I help you?”

“Go home Hermione,” the man said bluntly.

“Excuse me?”
“Go home. You should work from home until this story blows over.”

Hermione faked an unknowing expression, “Until what blows over?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. I have a team of Aurors waiting outside of your office to escort you downstairs and one will be posted outside of your house and accompany you on outings until further notice for your protection. And two will escort you on every international trip. I will not risk your safety over a silly article.”

“Kingsely-”

“No buts, you’re going home.”